Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, starting with the strategy of 95 flowers to counterattack

Chapter 223 Going Abroad, Chinese Restaurant Part 2

In the monitoring room, director Sun Li frowned as she stared at the screen: "Why are they already touching up their makeup? Didn't we give them advance notice?"

The assistant director wiped his sweat: "Their understanding of 'preparation' might be different from ours..."

The footage shows trainees stuffing breast pads into their pajamas, some cutting their training pants into hot pants, and others even spraying perfume while practicing "casually flipping their hair" in front of the camera.

The entire art style seems to have shifted in a very strange direction.

Sun Li sighed, "I asked them to tidy up the house, not to hold a beauty pageant!"

Deputy director:"……"

What are you pretending for? You think you don't know?
These girls definitely all want to improve...

……

Ward rounds have officially begun!
As soon as Gu Yang reached the door of Class A, he heard a flurry of footsteps coming from inside.

When the door was opened, Meng Meiqi was "just" stretching her legs, her long legs stretched straight, and her black training clothes outlined her perfect waistline.

She looked like she had just taken a shower; she smelled wonderful.

The moment Gu Yang entered, her eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement.

Lü Xiaoyu was "just" organizing the bookshelf, wiping a copy of "Advanced Vocal Techniques" for the third time, looking very virtuous.

Sunne leaned against the window, holding a book on dance choreography theory in her hands, but her eyes kept glancing towards the door.

Gu Yang glanced at the class schedule posted on the headboard and said casually, "Still training so late?"

Meng Meiqi remained unfazed: "Yes, Director Gu, our Class A must set an example."

"Yes, very good, keep it up!"

Wu Xuanyi peeked out from behind her, her hair still damp: "Want to see our new dance?"

As she spoke, she deliberately draped a towel over her bare shoulders, and water droplets slid down her neck and into her collar.

Gu Yang's gaze swept calmly over their meticulously designed "home look," a faint smile playing on his lips: "Thank you for your hard work..."

"It's for the stage effect." Meng Meiqi took half a step forward, a faint scent of perfume wafting through the air. "Will PD Gu personally provide guidance?"

"Let's continue another day..."

Gu Yang wasn't very interested!

He didn't know why Wu Xuanyi, who was in Class B, was hanging out with Meng Meiqi.

Do they think that the two of them together would be twice as tempting to him?
Gu Yang could only tell them they were naive.

Cheng Xiao is the main force...

In the corridor of Class B, Fu Qing "happened" to be walking towards them carrying a laundry basket, her silk nightgown almost transparent under the corridor lights.

Upon seeing Gu Yang, she exclaimed in surprise, and the laundry basket slipped from her grasp.

Gu Yang caught the basket steadily, without letting her even touch the hem of his clothes: "Be careful."

"Thank you, PD Gu~" Fu Qing smiled lightly, biting her lip, her fingertips lightly brushing against the back of his hand as they exchanged fingers. "I have some freshly cut fruit in my room, would you like to try some?"

"No need." Gu Yang handed the basket back, his gaze sweeping over her carefully applied nail polish. "Article 10 of the dormitory rules prohibits wearing revealing clothing in public areas."

Fu Qing's smile froze on her face.

At the corner of Class C, Chen Yihan was sitting in the fire escape stairwell with her guitar in her arms. When she heard footsteps, she hurriedly got up, scattering her sheet music all over the floor.

"I'm so sorry!" She squatted down to pick it up, her loose collar drooping down with the movement.

Gu Yang bent down to help her pick up the sheet music, maintaining a just-right distance throughout: "Practicing the piano so late?"

"I...I'm afraid of holding my teammates back." She looked up, her eyes glistening in the moonlight. "Could PD Gu listen to me?"

In the surveillance footage, the girl's thin shoulders trembled slightly, like a frightened rabbit.

In Class C's dormitory, the various attempts to seduce women continue unabated.

Gu Yang glanced around but didn't see his own young artist, Yang Chaoyue.

That girl has disappeared somewhere.

In Class F, Yang Chaoyue was sprawled out on Zhang Yifan's bed, munching on an apple, when she suddenly choked upon seeing Gu Yang.

"Ahem. Boss!"

She scrambled to her feet in a flurry, and the fruit pit rolled to Gu Yang's feet.

Zhang Yifan, who was stretching his legs to the side, silently rubbed his forehead.

"Practicing extra?" Gu Yang raised an eyebrow, looking at the snack wrappers scattered on the ground.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yang Chaoyue nodded frantically, then suddenly a thought struck her, "I'm practicing... uh... facial expression management!"

As she spoke, she gave an exaggerated wink.

Gu Yang bent down, picked up the fruit pit, and threw it into the trash can: "Copy the 'Idol Code' three times and hand it in to me tomorrow."

Yang Chaoyue's face fell: "Huh? Boss—"

"Also," Gu Yang added casually, "if you like being in Class F so much, then try harder next time."

Yang Chaoyue: "..."

Outside the corridor, Gu Yang raised his hand to turn off his headset and gestured to the filming crew.

The staff tactfully stepped back, and the camera temporarily shifted elsewhere.

He looked at Zhang Yifan, who had been silent all along: "Come with me for a moment."

Zhang Yifan was taken aback, then followed.

The two walked to a blind spot in the corridor before Gu Yang spoke: "I did it on purpose to be assigned to Class F."

Zhang Yifan suddenly looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his cool eyes.

“Your dance skills are very good, but you’re too tense,” Gu Yang said calmly. “Class F has less pressure, which will allow you to relax and find your own style.”

Zhang Yifan clenched his fingers and whispered, "I thought... it was because I didn't perform well enough."

“You’re great.” Gu Yang looked at her. “But girl groups need more than just skills; they also need charisma.”

He paused for a moment: "You can't learn Yang Chaoyue's carefree attitude, but at least don't push yourself too hard."

Zhang Yifan was silent for a moment, then finally nodded slightly: "...I understand."

Don't put too much pressure on yourself, just relax!

"These 99 trainees are striving to debut in a girl group; it's their dream, the dream they've pursued with all their might!"

"But you and Chaoyue are different from them."

Gu Yang's voice was very soft, yet it was exceptionally clear in the quiet corridor.

"The debut spots they fought so hard for are just the starting point for you." He turned around, his gaze falling on Zhang Yifan's slightly widened eyes. "Artists from Xinghe Media never need to compete with others for resources."

Zhang Yifan's fingertips curled up unconsciously.

She suddenly remembered what Gu Yang had said on the day she signed the contract: "I don't want a girl group member, I want a real star."

“So,” Gu Yang reached out and gently brushed away non-existent dust from her shoulder, “just treat this competition as a grand performance. Whether you’re in Class F or Class A, it won’t change your future path.”

"But how far you go still depends on your own efforts!"

The lights in the monitoring room shone through the glass, casting shadows of varying depths on his sharply defined profile.

Zhang Yifan suddenly realized how lucky she was to have such a boss.

She opened her mouth, but found her throat tightening. "Go and rest." Gu Yang had already put his headset back on. "I want to see you feeling better by seven o'clock tomorrow morning."

"By the way, don't tell Chaoyue these things. She's different from you. You're more sensible, and although she's also sensible and precocious, her personality is too impulsive!"

"I'm afraid she'll get too cocky. Go back and tell her to practice for three more hours, and..."

……

At the end of the corridor, Yang Chaoyue was peeking out from behind the door. Seeing Gu Yang walk away, she immediately jumped out: "Fanfan! Did the boss scold you?"

Zhang Yifan shook his head, then suddenly reached out and ruffled Yang Chaoyue's messy hair: "Bye, I'm going back to sleep."

"Huh? You're not going to do extra practice?"

"I'm not practicing anymore." Zhang Yifan's lips curled up slightly. "However, you still have to practice for three hours. President Gu specifically instructed me to do so!"

"what???"

Yang Chaoyue looked shocked: "What do you mean?"

"It means..." Zhang Yifan rarely joked, "He heard you complaining about the boss..."

"What???"

Yang Chaoyue was heartbroken!
She said, "The boss is stingy and holds grudges, but can't he wait until the next day to take his revenge?"
At least let her get a good night's sleep!

……

Colmar, France

La Petite Chine Restaurant
In Colmar in the early morning, sunlight streams through the old half-timbered houses and falls on the small square in front of the restaurant.

This French restaurant, rented by the TV show crew, was originally a local family restaurant that had been operating for decades, but has now been transformed into a "Chinese restaurant" full of oriental charm.

This is also the filming location for Hunan TV's Chinese Restaurant 2.

With its pale yellow exterior walls, dark brown wooden beams, several pots of blooming lavender on the windowsill, and a red lantern hanging at the entrance, the building stands out prominently among the European-style buildings.

Inside, a long wooden table is covered with an indigo tie-dyed tablecloth, and Chinese knots and calligraphy paintings hang on the walls. In the open kitchen, Chinese woks and French copper pots are placed side by side, creating a wonderful sense of harmony.

Xiao Yanzi stood behind the bar, holding today's menu, checking the dishes with Su Youpeng: "Youpeng, your salt and pepper chicken is limited today, because yesterday's customers said it was a bit too salty."

Su Youpeng, wearing an apron and holding a spatula, immediately protested, "I only put in one spoonful of salt!"

"A spoonful?" Shu Qi peeked out from behind the liquor cabinet, raising an eyebrow. "Is that a spoonful you use for scooping ice cream?"

Everyone laughed.

Wang Junkai was tidying up the tableware when he heard this and looked up: "Sister Wei, didn't we say there would be a guest star coming today? Who is it?"

Little Swallow smiled mysteriously, her eyes curving into crescents: "They're several stunning beauties, and quite young."

Bai Ju was wiping the glass when he casually replied, "Can anyone be younger than Xiao Kai?"

Wang Junkai's ears turned slightly red as he lowered his head and continued arranging the plates.

The restaurant doorbell rang crisply.

Everyone's eyes turned to the door.

Zhou Ye was the first to walk in, wearing a beige linen dress with a thin brown leather belt around her waist and flat sandals. She exuded a fresh and natural artistic vibe.

Her long, slightly wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes curved into crescent moons when she smiled: "Hello, teachers!"

Following closely behind was Tian Xiwei, who was going for a sweet look today, wearing a pink puff-sleeved top with light blue jeans, her hair tied in a high ponytail, the ends of her hair swaying gently with her movements.

She was also carrying a bamboo basket containing several jars of homemade jam: "These are gifts for our elders!"

The last one to enter was Zhang Jingyi, dressed in a simple black and white outfit.

A white shirt and black high-waisted wide-leg pants accentuated her excellent figure.

She had a cool and aloof demeanor, but upon entering, she still politely bowed slightly, saying, "Excuse me."

"Wow!" Wang Junkai's eyes lit up, "The crew of 'The Vanished She'!"

Little Swallow greeted them warmly: "Welcome, welcome! Come in and have a seat!"

Shu Qi sized up the three young women and chuckled, "Are all the younger generation this beautiful these days? It puts a lot of pressure on me. Hey, we meet again!"

Zhou Ye quickly waved his hand: "Brother Qi, don't joke around, you are the real goddess!"

"I'm so happy to see you again. Meng Ziyi keeps talking about you after she went back..."

"Really? What has she been busy with lately...?"

Amidst the pleasantries, Little Swallow suddenly remembered something: "Hey? Weren't there supposed to be four? Where's the last one?"

Zhou Ye explained, "Director Gu can't arrive until tomorrow because he has to record 'Produce Camp 101'. He told us to come first and specifically instructed us to apologize to all the seniors."

Su Youpeng raised an eyebrow: "Gu Yang is coming? Then we'll have to make him cook a few more dishes; he can't come for nothing."

Tian Xiwei finally chimed in: "President Gu's cooking skills are amazing! His braised pork is especially delicious!"

Zhang Jingyi agreed: "Mmm, it's delicious!"

Shu Qi gave a meaningful "Oh": "You guys are quite familiar with each other~"

The two women blushed slightly and did not respond.

Only Zhou Ye secretly cursed him in his heart.

Pshaw, you've never even tasted Xiaoyangzi's cooking, yet you're shamelessly sucking up to him.

Unlike her? She's about to throw up, and did she even say anything?

When was the last time Gu Yang cooked for her...?
As we were talking, a queue had already formed outside the door.

Clearly, the program's advance publicity was effective, attracting many local residents and tourists.

Little Swallow clapped her hands: "Alright, let's get started! Xiao Kai, show them the process. You Peng, make sure your fried chicken has enough salt. Qi Ge, the bar is yours now!"

Wang Junkai led the three newcomers towards the kitchen, explaining as they went, "This is the cooking area, and that's the preparation station." Suddenly remembering something, he turned and asked, "Who among you speaks better English? We need help taking orders at the counter."

The air was suddenly quiet.

The three girls looked at each other, their eyes all saying, "Don't look at me."

Zhou Ye was the first to react: "I... I'm a great cook! I can help out in the kitchen!"

"Oh right, I also brought my own ingredients, I'll make a drink in a bit!" she said, reaching for an apron.

Tian Xiwei quickly interjected, "I can eat! No, I mean I can wash the dishes!"

She blushed as soon as she finished speaking.

Zhang Jingyi pursed her lips and said softly, "My English isn't very good. But I can give it a try."

Seeing their flustered state, Wang Junkai couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, Jingyi, help order. Sister Zhou can help Brother Youpeng prepare the food, and Xiwei can help set the table and wash the dishes..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ye had already eagerly picked up a stack of plates: "I know! This is how you arrange them!"

As a result, his hand slipped, and the plate crashed to the ground.

As always, it's a "busy week" situation!
Everyone was stunned.

Zhou Ye stood there, almost in tears: "I...I didn't mean to!"

Wang Junkai quickly squatted down to help pick up the broken pieces, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, broken pieces bring peace!"

Zhang Jingyi silently picked up a broom and said softly, "I'll sweep."

Looking at their flustered state, Wang Junkai suddenly realized that today's workload might be even greater than yesterday's!
(PS: I had some things to do today, so I'll only post one chapter, and it's only 4000 words! Please forgive me!)
(End of this chapter)